Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
UT,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.